I don't own Ghostbusters or Ghostbusters II.
I own Kitty and Angie Reed, and Remy Safar (Seriously, where did I put that chick?)

"Are you sure this is it?" Winston asked upon entering the nicely sized bistro of Herman's; just off of Central Park and within driving distance to Peter's apartment. The four of them bulldozed their way in, ignoring the dress code of black tie and going for a more colorful approach of red long johns and bright yellow pants.

"Is this the place?"

"Yeah, he said Herman's." Ray said as he looked around the lobby of this fine establishment, ignoring the maitre d' as he tried to usher them out of his restaurant. The maitre d' looked wildly at the men and woman who were certainly not on the list. "You can't come in here. Sir, you can't come in here." He repeated as almost a mantra as he tried to block the Ghostbuster's entrance to his facility. Egon tried to defused the situation by simply explaining to the guy.

"It's okay, we're just here to see a friend."
Thinking that maybe by telling him that they weren't going to eat there the maitre d' would let them through.
"We'll only be a minute."

He'd seen the news and he knew just the kind of damage they do, he sure as hell didn't want it going on in his restaurant.

Despite the man's protest, there was just too many of them as they bullied their way through to the dining area. The guys talked over each other, excited about what they had found and bringing all attention on them from the once quiet dinning area.

"Venkman!" Ray shouted as he picked Peter and Dana out in the middle of the dinning room. The four of them crept upon their once lovely dinner and begin to tell them all about what they'd just discovered all at once.

The boys all talked over each other, while Kitty tried to explain what exactly they were saying – their words just blended to noise

"Boys! Boys! You are scaring the straights. Is there anyway we can do this tomorrow?"

"No, no, this won't wait until tomorrow, Venkman. It's hot and it's ready to pop." Egon said as he took a seat at the table.
"It's all over the city, Pete!" Ray exclaimed.
"- Under it."
"Under it, yeah."
"Rivers of this stuff."
"And it's all flowing right to the museum."
"Yeah, the museum!" Ray said excitedly as he pointed quickly in the direction of the museum. As he did, he accidentally sprayed an innocent women with the dark purple goop from down below the city. She did what any woman would in that situation and freaked out, storming out of the restaurant and her date.
"Sorry…" Ray said quickly before getting back to the heart of the matter: the rivers of slime.

"God, you mean my museum?" Dana asked, putting her hand over her heart. It made sense in a way that everything was coming for place of work, but why? Was she just innocent in all this, or was the stuff coming after her and the baby?

Peter shifted in his seat, facing her quickly as out of the corner of his eye he saw the blue uniform of the NYPD. Typical.

"I was going to tell you between the dessert and the cheese course."
"There they are!" The little rat of a maitre d' said to the police officer, pointing out the half naked scientist in the middle of his dinning room.

"You can never go back there again… You have to find a new job…" Peter tried to explain quietly, while the boys had other plans. They all began talking over each other again, explaining what the slime was in terms only a dictionary would understand, telling Peter and Dana about there grade-school fight, and even trying to explain how this stuff effects people psyche.

The police came up and grabbed Ray and Winston first from the table, Egon and Kitty last. Ray was needless to say, pleased to see them. "Oh good thing you're here!" Ray exclaimed before looking back to Peter. "We gotta see the mayor!"

The police lead them all away, all while they tried either talking to the police men, talking to each other, or talking over the other person; it was pure chaos.

Peter silently stepped away from the table, following closely to the police entourage that the boys and Kitty got while being lead out of the restaurant, leaving Dana alone at the table with more questions than answers.

Dana was disappointed to say the least. Her dinner with Peter didn't turn out quiet as planned but average for a date with Peter Venkman. Something would always go wrong in these situations that would need immediate attention, this time it was the boys.

She loved the boys, they'd helped out so much already with Zuul and Gozer, and they were even going out of their way to help with her slime business – but sometimes she just wished she'd been normal. That Peter was a normal scientist with beakers and a pocket protector. Deep down inside she knew that would have never worked out. Peter wouldn't have been happy with 'normal' and they might not have even met under 'normal' circumstances.

She put the key into the lock of Peter's apartment and turned he wrist as the door sprung open. The living room was dark, besides the bluish tint of the muted television. She flipped on a few of the lights as Louis popped up from the couch.

"Oh!" Louis squeaked, knocking over Peter's end table and kicking close to across the floor. His gelled hair a mess, his pale complexion covered in kiss marks of red lipstick. She smiled knowingly, the secret out on the two of them, acting like high school kids babysitting.

"Oh, Dana, we were just baby-sitting, honest,-"
"Louis."
"And we watched some TV and we had something to eat—"
"Louis?"
"And one thing led to another, and –"
"That's okay, Louis." She assured him as she walked through the apartment.
"I didn't know anything was gonna happen, really-" He kept trying to explain as she walked to the back room where Oscar was laying down for the night.
She passed Janine briefly as she adjusting her dress, tying the ribbon-buttons she had on the front of her blouse.

"Hi, Dana. How was your date?"
"Well, it wasn't a date. It was just dinner." Dana said, putting her purse and keys on the messy coffee table, littered with TV Guide magazines and pizza boxes.

"Where's Peter?"
"Oh, he was arrested." She said with a sigh, feeling the sting of being left alone in the restaurant once more through re living the memory.

Janine smirked at the idea as she tied the ribbons up nicely on her blouse. "Typical."

"Did he call?" Dana asked wide eyed Louis as he shook his head.
"No, nobody called."

She nodded her head, hoping to hear something from Peter by now on the parole of the Ghostbusters. "How's Oscar? Is he all right?"
"Oh he's fine. Such a good baby!" Janine said, putting her hands on her hips. "He was a little fussy at first, but we just gave him some French bread pizza. Passed right out."

Dana paused a moment to imagine her small eight month old son gnawing on a piece of pizza, especially when he barely has any teeth to begin with.

"Good, good." Dana said, slightly stunned. "Well, I'll just give him a look-see."

With her heels slightly clicking along the hard wood floor, she was sure she'd waken him up. She opened the door slowly to find that he wasn't only asleep, but one of his babysitters was also asleep, propped up below the window sill. Angie leaned her head against the wall, her eyes closed as she snored lightly in the air. Dana hadn't woken either of them up yet, as she walked gently across the floor to see her little man.

Angie stirred in her sleep slightly before her eyes fluttered open at the sound of Dana entering the room. This didn't look too good as far as Angie could tell, but she'd done her job; babysitting both Oscar, and Janine and Louis. Angie sat up straight against the wall and smiled, waving at Dana as she couldn't quiet form words yet in her drowsy state. Dana just waved back before checking on her son who was fast asleep and had no intention of waking up anytime soon.

"Hi." Angie finally said, whispering low as to not to disturb little Oscar. "How was your night?"
"Not bad." Dana said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Until the boys showed up at the restaurant. "
"The boys?" Angie asked, shocked at those words. "My boys?"
"Yeah. Kitty was there too, but it was mostly the boys talking."
"What? Why – why – why did they come to the restaurant?" Angie stuttered, trying to get her mind to wrap around the idea.
"They said something about the river of slime. They said it was headed straight for the museum and that they were going to see the mayor." Dana recalled. "Ray was very excited about it."
Angie smiled as she nodded her head. It sounded just like them. "Then what happened?"

"Then they got arrested."
"Again?" Angie said a little louder than she wanted to, quickly covering up her mouth as Oscar stirred lightly in his sleep.
Dana nodded. "Yes. I'm sure they'll be fine."
"Why do you think Kitty was with them?" Angie said, trying to figure out the puzzle in her mind. Dana simply shrugged her shoulders at the idea, knowing nothing more than what she saw earlier this evening.

With a groan Dana stood up from the bed. "I think I'm going to get changed into something a little bit more comfy."
"Good idea." Angie said as she stood from her place below the window pane, the joints in her body sounding like a Gatling gun as she stood up straight. Dana mashed her lips in between her teeth to stop herself from saying anything as Angie pointed to her.

"Don't you say a word." Angie threatened, expecting the same ridicule from being old as with anyone else. Dana just kept her mouth shut, pinching her lips as she made her way across the room to the bathroom while Angie walked to the door to the living room, hobbling along as her foot had fallen asleep.

"Angie." Dana stopped in the doorway, turning back around. Angie stopped just short of the living room and turned around with inquisitive look on her face. If anyone would understand, it would be Angie. They were in the same boat after all, both caring about a member of the Ghostbusters team.

With a sigh, Dana asked "Do you think this ever gets easier? Dating the boys, I mean." Angie crossed her arms over her chest as Dana continued.
"I mean. Do you think they'll ever be a time when they won't get called off in the middle of a meal? Or be serious about real world stuff instead of the paranormal? Do you think it'll ever just be easy?"

Angie thought about her answer carefully, but in her heart she knew the answer.
"No." She said, shaking her head. She watched as Dana slowly deflated.

"It'll never be easy. There are always going to be ghosts and they're always gonna want to catch them. They'll get called away; they'll be gone for long periods of time. It'll never be a nine-to-five job. It'll never be easy." Slowly, Dana began to deflate at the idea of normality disappearing. "But nothing worth having is easy."

Dana perked back up, looking to Angie as she stood there leaning against the door with a smile on her face. Dana somehow knew she was gonna say that, both feared and welcomed the speech as it was exactly what she needed.

"Thanks." Dana whispered as Angie nodded to her.
"Now get dressed so you can help me throw Janine and Louis out." Angie said with a smile before leaving for the living room. Once the door to the bedroom was closed again, Dana heard Angie groan with agony as Louis and Janine had started making out again.

"Oh, come on! Venkman eats at that table!"

Other people making out is gross.
That's why I didn't like that super bowl commercial with the hot girl kissing the nerd.
Oh lawd, the noises!
Where was I going with this?

I hope you enjoyed it!
~pure.